"Writing in general by black men from the south is very slim. To the degree that it exists—it's women." It's a Thursday in early October and we're at The Lamb's Club in Midtown, a high-priced food depository where hundred-dollar business lunches have become daily rituals. Amid the clatter of silverware and conversation, New York Times columnist Charles Blow opens up about his new memoir, Fire Shut Up in My Bones—a deeply personal account of growi...